Okay. And I want you to treat me like we're together. Since we're supposed to be, aren't we?

[He pulls away from Mikado, mostly just to put his box down. But he's still looking unsure and no little bit ashamed.]

S-So you're possessive, and you're a sadist, that's not gonna change. But it's okay. Even if it's because I'm... broken... I'm a masochist. And I'm needy and insecure-- But, uhm, I was always like that, believe it or not.

[It takes rubbing his face a bit to calm down, but by the time he's done with that he can manage a smile that resembles, at least a little, the person Mikado grew up with.]

Actually, we compliment each other really well. We can make it work, if you want to.